It was nearly twelve o'clock in the morning when Lin Wanwan returned home. She had been in modern times for sixteen hours, and only four hours had passed in the Tang Dynasty. It was not yet midnight, and she was not in a hurry to travel back through time and space.
After her room in the villa was renovated, she enjoyed all the luxury.
Facing south is the bedroom, and to the north of the bedroom is the cloakroom. Through the cloakroom is a large bathroom facing north that separates dry and wet areas, and is equipped with a massage bathtub that Lin Wanwan has long desired.
At this moment, Lin Wanwan turned on the built-in stereo in the bathroom, put a facial mask on her face, lay in the bathtub, enjoyed the massage of circulating water, and relaxed wholeheartedly.
It has to be said that although the Tang Dynasty was good in many ways, the bathroom aspect was completely incomparable with modern times. This is why Lin Wanwan likes to travel through time and space to solve problems in modern bathrooms every time.
After playing a few soothing songs, Lin Wanwan took off the mask on her face, reached out and took a closer look at the necklace placed on the edge of the bathtub.
The pendant of the necklace was made in the shape of a star, and the gemstone embedded in the middle looked to be about fifteen carats.
Lin Wanwan didn't know much about gemstones and couldn't tell whether it was blue crystal, blue diamond or sapphire. She only looked at the cut of the gemstone and the design of the necklace. She guessed that the necklace must be worth a lot of money.
Fortunately, she still had the 12.9-carat cat's eye alexandrite in her hand. She had appraised it before and it was worth about one million US dollars. She could then customize it into jewelry as a gift.
However, men may not like gems. Lin Wanwan thought for a while, and maybe she could pay attention to the calligraphy and painting works in Datang and use this to return the favor.
It's just that the calligraphy and paintings of famous Tang Dynasty artists can be regarded as national treasures in modern times. Wouldn't it be too high-profile to give them away?
This is a question that needs to be considered again.
After thinking for a while, Lin Wanwan got up from the bathtub, got dressed, dried her hair, opened the space-time door, took the necklace directly to Datang, and put it in Datang's safe, so that everything was safe.
It was midnight here in the Tang Dynasty. Lin Wanwan collected her things and lay down to sleep.
After relaxing in the bath, it is very easy to fall asleep as long as you don't use your phone. You can almost fall asleep by touching the pillow.
Early the next morning, there was a "bang bang bang" knock on Lin Wanwan's door. It was Xiao Qingyu who had gotten up early and came looking for her.
Separating beds with Xiao Qingyu was easier than Lin Wanwan imagined, because strictly speaking, Xiao Qingyu didn't really sleep alone. There was also a couch installed in her room, and A Jing, who was on night duty, slept on it.
Lin Wanwan stood up and opened the door. In addition to Xiao Qingyu, other maids filed in.
Lin Wanwan dressed and freshened up under the attention of everyone, then sat in front of the makeup mirror and let Hongyan tie her hair.
"Mom, do I have to go to school today?" Little Qingyu, who was standing nearby and had already washed and dressed, asked Lin Wanwan with her little head raised.
Lin Wanwan smiled and nodded her little nose, and said, "Of course, I just had a day off yesterday, are you still not satisfied?"
Xiao Qingyu sighed melancholy: "Okay, then I'll go to school."
Facts have proved that if parents are not strict, their children will really become bored. Children who are diligent in learning, thinking and taking the initiative to work hard are very rare.
Lin Wanwan really couldn't implement the strict mother's strategy. She couldn't force the little kid to practice calligraphy and learn the piano with a ruler.
She now leaves all her hopes for education to Xiao Qingyu's tutors. As long as they are villains, she just needs to maintain her loving motherly persona.
"What's the noise downstairs, but my cousin and Brother Dugu are here?"
The county government is very close to here. As long as Lin Wanwan is in Xiaoxi Town, these two people will come here eight days out of ten to have meals, usually breakfast and dinner - don't get me wrong, it's not that they have two meals a day like rural people.
It's because the two of them have been too busy recently and spent most of their time running around at noon.
Yun Shang walked to the balcony and took a look down, then replied: "Back to you, madam, it's Xiao Mingfu and Dugu Langjun who are here."
"It's so early." Lin Wanwan laughed and looked at the mirror in which Hongyan put the hairpin on herself. She was finally done. She immediately stood up, took the Shangyuan Lantern Festival picture that she had put away yesterday, and went downstairs.
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In the flower hall, Xiao Chong and Dugu Di were talking. After Lin Wanwan came over, they both finished their ceremony. While Huanong was preparing breakfast, Lin Wanwan curiously asked Dugu Di who made this painting.
Lin Wanwan feels itchy every day she doesn't know.
Dugu Di smiled and replied: "This is Zhan Ziqian's work. Someone heard from Zifang that the country gentleman likes calligraphy and painting, so he borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha."
Zhan Ziqian! It’s actually Zhan Ziqian!
Zhan Ziqian can be regarded as the ancestor of Tang painting!
His "Spring Outing" and "Sutra Teaching" paintings passed down to later generations are all national treasures. One is collected in the Palace Museum in Beijing, and the other was taken to the Palace Museum in Baodao by the bald man.
And now, Lin Wanwan actually owns one! And it is a masterpiece that has not been passed down to future generations!
Lin Wanwan was excited when she heard this, and blurted out: "Can you ask your two brothers to stamp and sign this painting?"
Dugu Di was a little strange: "Why is this?"
Xiao Chong said with a smile: "She likes to invite people to write inscriptions."
Lin Wanwan smiled: "Ah, yes, I like to have a clear proof. Oh, by the way, the date must be written three years before Zhenguan."
"Ah?" Dugu Di was confused and couldn't understand what Lin Wanwan was thinking. It was clear that the fourth year of Zhenguan was almost over.
As for Xiao Chong, he looked at Lin Wanwan thoughtfully and didn't ask anything.
Lin Wanwan seemed to only have date requirements for him. She never bothered with dates for the calligraphy treasures left by others.
There is no need for Xiao Chong to investigate these matters. He can draw conclusions by just paying attention on a daily basis. For example, there were many people painting with ink at yesterday's banquet, but no one was asked to move forward the date of signing.
Although Lin Wanwan's request was weird, the two people who were trying to make ends meet were embarrassed that they couldn't satisfy her even with such a trivial matter, so of course they agreed wholeheartedly.
Lin Wanwan happily put down the painting and started eating breakfast.
The reason why she asked the two of them to sign and seal it together was simple. Of course, it was to endorse the painting.
You must know that calligraphy and painting in later generations that have neither the author's name nor the title of the work will always be questioned by some scholars in the academic world.
Since Lin Wanwan can get someone to endorse her, why not?
That is to say, she is no longer in Chang'an. If she were in Chang'an and happened to know those big bosses such as Yu Shinan and Chu Suiliang, she would definitely ask them to sign autographs.
In fact, Lin Wanwan's heart was still very hot when she thought of the big guys in Chang'an. It was really a pity to come to the Tang Dynasty and not see these famous people through the ages.
It's just that Lin Wanwan is not fully prepared yet. After she has fully learned the rules of the Tang Dynasty and established a firm foothold, and is sure that she will not show off again, she will consider traveling to Chang'an.
Of course, it would be best for Li Shimin to invite her to give awards or something, so that she can travel at public expense.